Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
KRS-One,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Isaac Hayes,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.